Four hundred years before the birth of Jesus, Malachi ends the Old Testament with these words, “Behold, I will send you Elijah the prophet before the coming of the great and dreadful day of the Lord: and he shall turn the heart of the fathers to the children, and the heart of the children to their fathers, lest I come and smite the earth with a curse.” My heart has been turned to my forefathers. I have been actively engaged in family history research since 2007. This body of work is the result of connecting what I have learned to my art making. In breaking away from the standard symbol of a family tree, I have focused upon the rich tradition of Icons and Reliquaries in Medieval Europe. The objects and images chosen are infused with personal and family stories that I have collected. Just as the venerated body parts of saints contained in European reliquaries acted as a conduit to supreme power, the relics I create help me to understand, access, and honor my family roots.
Here is a link to a short video I created, with the assistance of Jason Allred, for Roots Tech 2019. Here I discuss the work I make connected to family history. https://ne-np.facebook.com/CFAC.BYU/videos/2260995930634125/
This piece is inspired by my uncle, Murry Everett Lanegan 29 Nov 1935 - 20 Feb 2005 (below). Murry was in an auto accident while serving in the Navy and as a result was quadriplegic the rest of his life - that is always how I know him. He was the most kind, gentle and beautiful man I knew as a youngster yet he was strong as an ox. Looking at mammoth grain towers isolated in the landscape remind me of Murry - a crippled way of life yet strong and beautiful. The structure is constructed of the lath from my home as I remolded the bathroom and the wheelchair is found, similar to the one Murry used. A few more final touches and It will be complete.
These maguettes are models of homesteads from my family made from cereal boxes and masking tape.e I had always planned on making them on a larger scale in a more permanent material. The response to these pieces in their current state was beyond what I could imagine so I sealed them with an acrylic gel medium to ensure they would not fall apart.
This is a fabric collage that traces my pilgrimage route from Inistioge to Ballygub Old, Kilkenny, Ireland. Lanigans lived in the area in the early 1700’s, possibly earlier, and many are still there today. On the stand are relics collected during my pilgrimage along with my father’s old bible. My heart has been turned and I seek out opportunities to visit the lands of my forefathers.
Detail of small building and one alcove of large structure. Jar in small building contains my breath while jars in the alcoves of the large structure contain samples from the burial places of my father, grandfather, gr-grandfather, and gr-gr-grandfather. In this piece I am an anchor to my forefathers.
Text on the piece reads:
Lanegan is an anglicized form of the old Gaelic - O'Lonagain. It is beleived to mean a male descendant of the supplier. The original territory of the O'Lonagains lay in Urmhumhan, an ancient land division comprising much of the modern counties of Kilkenny and Tipperary, Ireland. Ballylanigan, situated near Callan, County Kilkenny, derives its name from this clan.
On Wednesday June 18, 2014 I went to Ballylanigan on pilgrimage. It was a gorgeous summer day. I took a winding course on narrow roads encompassed by vibrant greens and ancient stone walls. I was struck by how rural and peaceful it was, a place where time had seemed to stand still.
The experience was as holy as anything. I ran my hands through the same soil as my forebearers and viewed with my own eyes the scenes that were spread before them. Deep down in a place I cannot fully explain - It felt like a return to home.
This collage is constructed from a panoramic photo of the Darnielle's farm in Arden, Stevens, Washington. This was our neighbor when I was born and I was a farm hand for Jack Darnielle for two summers in the late 1980's
Detail of relics. Each item has a story and significance. The silver dollar was given to my Grandmother by my grandfather as an engagement token in 1933, the arrowhead was picked up in the plains of Nebraska by my gr-grandmother when she was a child and so on. The items in the jars are collected from my trips to research family history; water and pebbles from a river I camped at, wood fragments from an old family homestead site, a fishing fly tied by my father and used by my brother-in-law to catch our dinner, and the like. The piece was constructed for the show Movement and Meaning: The Power of Pilgrimage.
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